In the conference hall of Jiabao Pavilion, Xiao Heng sat stiffly on the sofa, his handsome features so dark they seemed to drip water, eyes burning with immense rage, exuding a chilling aura.
Directly opposite him and Meng Jingyi, Wen Jiaren was leisurely brewing tea, her slender fingers pleasing to the eye.
"What have you done to Xiao Heng?"
Meng Jingyi's eyes were filled with wariness as she looked at Wen Jiaren.
Since stepping into this room, Meng Jingyi had noticed a green mist enveloping Xiao Heng, rendering him unable to move or speak. She knew it must be some sort of evil magic cast by Wen Jiaren, leaving him unable to move or speak.
Wen Jiaren glanced at the furious and helpless Xiao Heng, then looked toward Meng Jingyi, the corners of her crimson lips curving slightly upward, "Miss Meng, rest assured, I only have a few questions for you. I won't do anything to you, nor will I harm you."
